The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
The Vines
There is nothin' on my mind
And I want no reason why
Nothin' matters anyway
Comin' up and feelin' great
Still I am born into the fire
To carry on with all the liars
Still I am born into a jail
Under your thumb over the rail
Pick it up and start again
Shake the worry from my head
No one bothers anymore
I have never been so sure
Still I am born into the fire
To carry on with all the liars
Still I am born into a jail
Under your thumb over the rail
Still I am born into the fire
To be alone with no messiah
Still I am born into a jail
She is the cross you are the nail